I’m having a hard time forgetting the moments.
I’m having a hard time forgetting our good times
The times you said my eyes were dangerous
The times you said you couldn’t keep yours off me
The times you could just eat me up
Me and my nose.
When you couldn’t help yourself but come to me
When all you did was be with me.
I have a hard time forgetting the small moments…
Sewing your shirt
Feeding me popcorn
You sitting
On the side of the street….
Hoping…
Waiting…
Finally seeing me & meeting her.
The secret glances
The big glances
The ones we couldn’t hide…
People knew.
They all knew.
We loved each other.
And I miss the small times but beyond missing….
I can’t forget
the moments.
About the Creator
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